When Halloween arrived, Pockets the Ponkey was so excited about meeting The Great Ponkin, I couldn’t bear the thought of her disappointment, should she not.
That ponkey gets really fonkey when things don’t go her way. Especially when it comes to ponkey traditions and rituals and beliefs. She is full of beliefs.
I decided to take things into my own hands. I would make her the best Ponkin of all time. It would be the Ponkin of her wildest dreams. It would be a Ponkin she’d be talking about for a very long time. It would be…The Great Ponkin.
But dang, there I was on Halloween without even a pumpkin.
So how did things turn out?
When I told Pockets there was someone she needed to meet, she got very excited.
Let’s hear it straight from the ponkey’s mouth.
“Oh My Gwad…is it The Great Ponkin? Mama G…tell me I’m not helloosinatin!”
“And are youse the The Great Ponkin’s Great-grandponks? Oh My Gwaddess!”
“Haya Hiya…Ima Pockets the Ponkey and Ima believer!”
“Mama F…take my picture with The Great Ponkin or no one will ever-ever believe me!”
“Now…one without the Great-grandponks…paleeze! Oh to meet The Great Ponkin! Why we have the same hair!”
“But WAADAMINUTE!!!….dats not REAL HAIR…dat hair UNNIBBLABLE!!”
“NOT REAL LIPS! LIPS NOT MOVE!!”
“SMELLS LIKE OLE FARM PUMPKIN!!!”
“TASTES LIKE OLE FARM PUMPKIN!!!”
“THE GREAT PONKIN WOULD NOT LET ME EAT HIS GREAT-GRANDPONKS…YOU DUMMY”
“YOU TWIED TO TWICK ME! I WILL EAT THEM ALL!”
I had become a believer as I created The Great Ponkin, and was mortified to see the fun Pockets was having, tormenting the poor Great Ponkin and his Great-grandponks.
She didn’t hold back and found great pleasure in telling me I didn’t know poo about ponkey-lore.
Fortunately, The Great Ponkin handled it with Great austerity while maintaining his Great Grimace.
No pumpkin was safe.
Of course I didn’t tell you the full story and perhaps the reason why Pockets behaved like a naughty half-ass.
You see, I tried to turn her into a unicorn and it was a bit of a disaster.
OK…maybe it was a huge disaster.
In all fairness…I owe Pockets her take on things…
“Oh My Gwad…I HATE HALLOWEEN!!! First you put a dorkydumb horn on me that looks like a toilet paper ear plug and tell me to look cute!!!
WAAH THE POOPS???
I am POCKETS DA PONKEY…AND I AM ALWAYS CUTE!!!!
Then the WORST..you TWIED to TWICK ME with THE GREAT PONKIN!
(Pockets get tongue-tied when she’s upset)
You CANNOT JOKE AROUND about THE GREAT PONKIN…YOU CANNOT TWICK ME!
He is REAL. Now go decorate that dumb pig of yours…I waah my Mama E & G.”
So I took her advice and had the most fun decorating the silly pig.Best part? That D.O.G. believes everything I say!!!!